There is no such thing as a “self-made” man. We are made up of thousands of others. Everyone who has ever done a kind deed for us, or spoken one word of encouragement to us, has entered into the make-up of our character and our thoughts.
No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.
You most likely need a thesaurus, a rudimentary grammar book, and a grip on reality. This latter means: There’s no free lunch. Writing is work. It’s also gambling. You don’t get a pension plan. Other people can help you a bit, but essentially, you’re on your own. Nobody is making you do this: you chose it, so don’t whine.
Not all storms come to disrupt your life; some come to clear your path.
Some day, after we have mastered the winds, the waves, and gravity, we will harness for God the energies of love; and then, for a second time in the history of the world, humans will have discovered fire.
Empathy isn’t just something that happens to us – a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain – it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. It’s made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse.
Sometimes we care for another because we know we should, or because it’s asked for, but this doesn’t make our caring hollow. The act of choosing simply means we’ve committed ourselves to a set of behaviors greater than the sum of our individual inclinations: I will listen to his sadness, even when I am deep in my own.
On the one hand, everything is preordained. On the other hand, you have complete free will. When you truly grasp that paradox, you’re no longer a slave of your conditioning.
No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.
Learning is like rowing upstream: not to advance is to drop back.
If we would have new knowledge, we must get us a whole world of new questions.